A Golden-crowned Kinglet is a bird I've never seen before. Oh to have one land on my window sill and give me some sort of sign, even speak a word of magic. Now that would be something to remember until my last breath. Watercolor painting of my version of a Golden-crowned Kinglet. Such royalty in the name.
A poem from a Scottich Poetry site:
Free as a Bird
Unattached With no roots With no barrier Free as a bird I want to be Despite the fears of freedom Despite the vulnerability of the unattached Despite the unfamiliarity of the unknown Free as a bird I want to be Woven into the warmth of the evening wind Swaying on the willow tree’s branches Carried by the breath of the stars Free as a bird I want to be From here to there Never missed and never expected Never recognized and never attached Free as a bird I want to be